"Let's go. Let's go up the mountain." I said to her.
At this time, she was already under the car and kept jumping around, "It's so cold. It's so cold this winter. Was it going to snow on this mountain before?"
I shook my head and said, "I don't know. I have never been to this place before. At most, I only went to the stone house. Although it is cold in that place, it rarely snows."
She pointed towards the mountain ahead, "Just follow this path, right?"
I nodded, "I wonder if he is here today."
She said, "You'll know when you get there. Let's go." Then, she ran happily up the path. I followed closely, with the cold wind whistling in my ears.
But I had only walked less than halfway when I started panting like an ox. I stopped immediately, then turned around and looked behind me. I didn't do it to see the scenery, I just wanted to use this to hide my physical weakness.
When she noticed my condition, she stopped immediately, turned around and laughed at me: "Feng Xiao, your health is too bad, isn't it? It seems that you need to exercise well."
I didn't answer because my heartbeat was so fast that I couldn't answer. Just like that, I stood there and looked at the mountain scenery in winter, and I suddenly felt a feeling in my heart -
I suddenly felt that this winter was like a surly boy, sometimes docile and smart, sometimes doing some mischief. When he was happy, the sun was shining and the breeze was gentle. When he was unhappy, the sun was covered by dark clouds and it was raining and snowing. He was always very happy.
He greedily asked for this or that, but when it was given to him, he did not cherish it and destroyed it wantonly. He trotted across the withered and yellow hillside after autumn. When he felt that the rustling sound of the grass was not pleasant, he sprinkled the sky with snowflakes.
The mountains, rivers and fields were wrapped in the soft snow blanket. He was very proud of his creation, cheering and playing on the hillside. The withered yellow grass had sweet dreams under the care of the snow blanket.
In the dream, there was a spring breeze, and the grass sprouted tender green buds. However, the young man did not know the dream of the grass. He had not had enough fun. He saw a leaf swaying on the tree on the other side of the river, but the gurgling river blocked the way.
His footsteps. He didn't have the patience to take a detour and walked across the bridge, so he waved his hand and raised a gust of cold wind, which condensed the river water into ice. He ran across the ice quickly and pulled off the last remaining leaves on the branches.
, playing with it and rubbing it in the palm of your hand until the leaves are broken, then throw them away without mercy.
Immediately, I felt that Winter was like a young girl in love again, pure, romantic, and elegant. Her long hair was like a waterfall, swaying in the wind, her round face was as smooth and bright as the moon, and her eyes were as bright as the stars.
Twinkle, she has a graceful waist, graceful and enchanting. She carries the longing for true love and walks from the depths of the wilderness. She is dressed in white, with wide sleeves lightly loosened, dancing a colorful feather dress song among the mountains and rivers.
Mountains and rivers were captivated by her beauty, and they also put on elegant outfits wrapped in silver makeup. She, with her slender jade fingers, plucked the strings carefully, and a song "Wind in the Pine" slipped leisurely from the strings. The vast forest was her
Bewitched by the sound of the piano, she sobbed and sang a song of resentment. Seeing the changes in the world around her, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy. Later, when she was tired, she sat down and listened, thinking
She knew whether her Prince Charming had already embarked on a journey to meet her. Then, everything was silent, even the wind stopped circling, and he hid behind the clouds and held his breath.
No, Winter seems more like a dignified middle-aged man, courageous, perseverant, and calm. He always carries heavy luggage and walks in a hurry. Although he no longer has the curiosity and impulsiveness of his youth, he still has a sense of curiosity and excitement in his body.
Full of passion for struggle. He clearly realized that he was shouldering the mission of inheriting the past and linking up the future. He had many things to do and did not dare to slack off for a moment. In the north, he was very heroic, not only blowing up the cold wind of hunting but also spreading colorful flowers.
When he arrived in the south, he was infected by the elegant atmosphere of Jiangnan, and his behavior became humble. Wherever his footsteps touched, misty silk rain fell from time to time. Therefore, the poet sang: The four hundred and eighty-four temples in Jiangnan
, many buildings in the mist and rain. His busyness and caution made him unsmiling, but deep in his heart, there was still a ray of warmth, which was quietly diffused. He carefully protected the fish swimming under the ice cap, allowing them to escape safely.
The invasion of cold. He let the snow melt in the sun and seep into the dry land. He knew that only in this way, the soil full of moisture in the coming spring would be more suitable for the growth of seedlings. He let the branches of wintersweet bloom with shy flowers, making people
Feel the beauty of life amidst the desolation...
Well, by the way, winter is still like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes of life, calm and honest. He is sitting in the courtyard where he has lived all his life, enjoying the warm sunshine in winter. Between his clear-lined brows, you can see the green onions of early spring.
The enthusiasm of midsummer and the harvest of late autumn. The elegant fragrance of plum blossoms floated in the air. He stretched out his jagged hand and called his wife who had been together all his life. The two of them talked to each other, and Xu Xu told the stories of the past. In those stories
There are silver snakes dancing in the mountains, wax figures galloping in the wild, and ice breaking up and rivers opening up, and swallows returning. No matter how hard or difficult this journey is, they join hands and have never been separated. Their words are sometimes high and sometimes low, and sometimes they are affectionate.
Excited, sometimes slow. Those years that flew by seemed to be pulled back again, close at hand and within reach. Gradually, the voices of the old people disappeared, replaced by reverie eyes and tranquil smiles. Outside the window, dusk
Sihe, the cold wind hits the bells under the eaves, tinkling loudly, bringing news of the resurrection of all things.
Unknowingly, my thoughts were suddenly immersed in such a strange world, and my thoughts suddenly began to race like a poet's.
She ran down from the top, looked at me and asked, "Feng Xiao, what are you thinking about?"
I shook my head and said: "It's nothing. I just suddenly felt a little emotional. Let's go, let's continue going up the mountain."
She looked at me from the stone staircase above me and smiled, "Feng Xiao, do you know? Now I am very curious in my heart. I am thinking about what kind of magical person this Mr. Kang we are going to meet will be.
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I smiled and said, "You'll know after you see him."
She smiled at me and said, "Then let's hurry up. Now I'm really worried that he's not at home."
I still say the same thing, "You'll know when you get there."
At this moment, a strange thought suddenly came to my mind: Maybe Tong Yao had another purpose in wanting to see Mr. Kang?
This time, I slowed down the climbing speed and tried to calm my breathing along the way. But when we arrived at the small courtyard where Mr. Kang lived, I still felt tired again. I couldn't help but say to myself
:Feng Xiao, it seems you really need to exercise more.
However, I immediately smiled bitterly, because I knew that exercise is actually a habit in the final analysis, and it requires more persistence. If I insist on it in my current situation, it may be a very difficult thing to do because I have to do it during the day.
So much work, and entertainment in the evening. Laziness often needs a reason, but there are so many reasons that I can find, which can be said to be readily available. Therefore, I know that the resolution I just made is just a matter of time.
It's just a dream.
Later, I believed in cause and effect even more, because the dream I had at this time was really regarded as a dream. In the rest of my life, I completely forgot about the pain I felt when I climbed the mountain. I spent all day working and being busy.
I forgot about physical exercise as an excuse. It wasn’t until one day, when I was being chased and desperately trying to escape, that I started to regret it when I was chased into a place where I couldn’t stay.
Of course, this is another story.
At this moment, Tong Yao and I have arrived at this small courtyard. This place seems to be isolated from the winter and is full of greenery. However, when I saw the two closed doors, I immediately felt extremely nervous.
Disappointed, "Tong Yao, he doesn't seem to be here."
She was also looking at the gate in the courtyard, "How do you know it's not there? Look, the door is not locked."
Only then did I realize my omission, so I said to her, "I'll go call him and see if he's there."
Immediately, I went to the outside of the door and knocked lightly a few times, "Mr. Kang, are you there? I am Feng Xiao, the doctor who visited you before. Do you still remember me?"
Tong Yao immediately laughed from behind me, "You really look like an intellectual!"
No one responded inside, so I turned around and smiled bitterly at Tong Yao: "Look, it seems like she's really not here."
She pursed her lips at me and said, "Can you try pushing the door open?"
I hurriedly said: "That's not good. I heard that he used to be a university professor. He was a very polite person."
She said: "Weren't you also a university professor before? It's nothing, right? Just push the door open and try."
I smiled bitterly, "I am an associate professor. I still am." Then I gently pushed the door. After a "squeak" sound, the door was really pushed open by me. I hurriedly looked inside and found that it was inside.
Dark, "Mr. Kang? Are you in there?"
Still no one responded to me.
I was secretly surprised: Why is the door open but no one is there? Isn’t he afraid of people stealing things?
I turned around and shook my head at Tong Yao, "It seems there is no one."
She said: "Since the door is open, it means he has not gone far. Let's wait here."
I said in my heart: It's hard to say. But I didn't want to disappoint her too much, so I didn't object to her opinion. Then the two of us started chatting in the small courtyard.
Now, all the unhappiness that happened to us just now at the foot of the mountain has completely dissipated at this moment, as if that thing never happened at all.
She looked at the small courtyard full of greenery and sighed: "Feng Xiao, I really like this place. I originally asked you to give me a key to the stone house last time, but you didn't agree."
I smiled and said: "I will definitely not agree to it because you are not yet old enough to live in seclusion alone. Think about it, if you often do that, you will definitely become an old girl in the future. If it is really
In that case, wouldn’t it be inevitable for me to escape the blame?”
Her face immediately turned red, and then she spat at me, "Feng Xiao, why are you so annoying?" (To be continued)